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Psalm 34:8




When in my darkness there is always light. 
When I feel my weakest I can always still fight.
When all I want to do is cry somehow there is always a smile. 
When I think running away will do I manage to sit awhile. 
When my faith is tested there is subtle tug on my heart. 
When I don't want to pray He helps me start.

                                      I cannot explain what I do not see, but I can attest                                   He is so very real to me.







This morning I decided to sit on my front porch, breathe in crisp spring air, listen to birds chirping and squirrels running around. It is Sunday and although I do not attend regular church services, God was right here with me. I felt His presence so strong I had tears in  my eyes. This day He has granted me an unmatched peace in my heart, my soul, and my thoughts. Even if it's just this moment I know that all things will be OK and His loving hands are always cradling my precious children, whether they are with me or not.










 God is so great to me and always forgives me, when I don't know He should.


 Thank you Father for this day as it will last an eternity.

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